I wish good times to be good times

Xuanwu still wanted to grit his teeth and walk over, but he had just made up his mind, and he only walked a few steps.

His eyes stopped in an instant, and the distance between Ah Shuang's written face and him was less than 1cm, although Xuanwu didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face this matter at the time.

But now, he knows that what he can do now is to accompany Ah Shuang well, even if what he sees may not be the real Ah Shuang now, but Xuanwu only knows that as long as the person he sees is Ah Shuang, Then Xuanwu has no reason to choose to refuse.

When Xuanwu just thought of this, he felt a chill run down his back. In horror, Xuanwu saw that Ah Shuang had put his head on Xuanwu's neck, and then began to bite Xuanwu with her sharp teeth.

No matter how calm Xuanwu was at this moment, he couldn't keep himself steady, and accidentally yelled "Ah!"

But Xuanwu only felt that something was wrong with this voice. Why didn't the scream this time feel horrible, but felt a little awkward?

When Xuanwu opened his eyes, he realized that the character Ah Shuang did not exist in Xuanwu's world.

All he saw was a group of people watching around him, as if they were still talking about something, these voices sounded terrible.

Xuanwu's whole body was wet, but when Xuanwu woke up, what he cared about was not his soaked clothes, but what these people did to him just now, and how he passed out.

Although Xuanwu also knew how he fainted, it was just that he refused to believe that such a plot really happened, did he think it was too fake.

But sometimes the fake can become real, and sometimes the real can also become fake. The real and the fake are sometimes just like gods and demons in one thought.

"People, go up, become a god, go down, become a ghost."

This sentence is indeed a good sentence used to describe gods and demons, but if he is transferred to real life, is he not a scene in the painting?

Seeing Xuanwu's appearance, these people suddenly felt a little inexplicably curious, and the centipede moved a few steps closer to Xuanwu, worried that Xuanwu's scream after suddenly fainting might be deceitful.

But he was still unwilling to lower his status and cleared his throat.

"What do you mean by stepping on a horse? Suddenly fainted casually. Where do you think this is? This is your home? You can do whatever you want?"

When the centipede said these words, it seemed that it had never passed through his own brain.

But in a group of people, the centipede's brain can be regarded as the best to use, but in Xuanwu's view, what he said is nothing, not to mention how convincing his words are.

But when he spoke, he obviously didn't follow the previous sentence, and he didn't know who gave him the courage.To be able to have the courage to say so many words in such a short period of time.

Xuanwu's lips were a little bloody, and his face was also covered with bruises.

Xuanwu looked at the centipede and sneered: "Where can this be? I can't go out from here, so I am the same everywhere? Why talk about noble and poor?

I can ignore whether this is your home or what?I'm afraid that your guilt can only keep you here for the rest of your life, so I can only congratulate you. "

When Xuanwu said these words, the corners of his lips rose slightly, revealing the warmest arc.

Suddenly another slap was slapped on Xuanwu's face, and the centipede looked at Xuanwu furiously.

"You step|horse, you are really born and raised by a mother, and you say such uneducated words!"